There he sits in the pen
wearing black and white
locked up every night
That's my boy
wardens just like mom and dad
But that ain't too bad
That's my boy
Paying for all the hookers
and the fancy cars
An 80 dollar lap dance
gives you quite a show
I'll stay here with my
alcoholic son near
We'll tune in some hard porno
beating our meat and
Watching Scotties dick grow
shooting our cum out of
throbbing cocks
imagining her box
That's my boy
Happy hookers like a
thirteen inch cock
Well that's quite a shock!
That's my boy
We don't like queers
the whiny little bitches
And what I did before
who I had to blow
pulled a train, it was insane
I earned my own rainbow
And we're sitting here stroking
Watching Scotties dick grow
Pre-cum leaking from daddy's
all swollen and red
blood engorged head
That's my boy
Got to have a drink of
whiskey and some virtual head
or maybe anal instead
That's my boy
What's that you say papa
stroking harder does no harm
Well, just watch your face
I'll be there in a minute or so
I'm stroking harder, faster now
squeezing my nuts before I blow
Beating the knob
Watching Scotties dick grow
Beating the knob
Watching Scotties dick grow
Author notes
Love you Tory, sorry I just had to.
I have hated this song since I first heard it, it couldn't have been Billy grow, or Stanley grow, it had to be fucking Scotty.
I'm ashamed to have any connection with this song whatsoever,
even if it is only my name.
It was this one or Celine Dion's "My fart will linger on" And I think Weird Al did that one already. 
(Mac Davis)
"Watching Scotty Grow"
There he sits with a pen
and a yellow pad
What a handsome lad
That's my boy
BRLFQ spells mom and dad
But that ain't too bad
That's my boy
You can have your TV
and you nightclubs
And you can have your
drive in picture show
I'll stay here with my
little man near
We'll listen to the radio
Biding my time and
Watching Scotty grow
Making a castle out of
building blocks
And a cardboard box
That's my boy
Mickey Mouse says it's
thirteen o'clock
Well that's quite a shock!
That's my boy
In four short years
I've gone from rags to riches
And what I did before
that I don't know
So let it rain on my windowpane
I got my own rainbow
And we're sitting here shining
Watching Scotty grow
Riding on daddy's
shoulders off to bed
Old sleepy head
That's my boy
Got to have a drink of
water and a story read
A teddy bear named Fred
That's my boy
What's that you say momma
Come on and keep you feet warm
Well save me a place
I'll be there in a minute or so
I'll think I'll stay right here and
Say a little prayer before I go
Me and God
Watching Scotty grow
Me and God
Watching Scotty grow...
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Absolutely horrible. Straight to the finalist list
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Nothing to say
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I didn't expect you to like this one, nor the prior one. I was right on both counts. Love you baby...Scott
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